Freshly squeezed foundation of molten green clay
shapeshifting into the certainty of uncertainty the tomrmenting claims of the minds disease fade away faster and faster and until the clammoring voices cease i will wear my outsides inside out clinging to the resistence that smiles
taking into account the other, now the path is tread with no lending ear to sing to softly and quite inconveniently at the best part of the song, mixing quietly in the innocent piles of her hair, a waiting room for disaster, but incalcuable plodding was being done by the master, whos face glowed red behing the evershifting green maleable container.
contained within this bag:
nail clippers
sweater
amethyst
lighter
pair of gloves
vaseline
black lipstick
all striving for equality i cannot and will not choose between your quality and quantity find the taste of the nasal injection refundatory
refundatory?
the cup was never a cake
until today